As for this world...
Xue Dili peered through the crevice at the world outside the sewer. The dim gas lamp cast flickering shadows on the damp brick walls. The murky sewage carried oil stains and industrial waste.
In the distance, steam hissed from the cracks in the rusty pipes, weaving with the underground's chilly moisture into a white mist.
Rats scurried in the shadows, rustling at his feet, occasionally startled by the distant mechanical roaring, scattering in all directions, while the fog seemed to envelop the entire city.
In the distance came the sound of chains rubbing, as if some massive machine was in operation, with every collision making the heart violently stir within the chest.
Does it look like a city from the First Industrial Revolution?
